Robert Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening


Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Edited: Monday, August 18, 2014

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  • Rookie - 2 Points Aysegul Avcu (2/25/2015 9:41:00 AM)

    Great (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Hallie Gee (2/24/2015 11:25:00 AM)

    I first read this poem in Love that Dog, and I fell in love with it. I have loved it ever since. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 396 Points Pamela Leschevin D'ere (1/31/2015 1:15:00 PM)

    Lovely poem full of possible meanings, but such beauty of words, rhythm, ryme and emotion, don't need long explanations, which might not be at all what the poet meant to convey. Though it is possible behind the loneliness and perhaps cross-roads of his life, with all it's little disturbances, that he's loathe to leave this beauty to fulfil promises, ? ? ? (imagination soars,) a marriage, work he doesn't like, whatever? it is precisely the mystery that intriques and is what all great poetry is about.....I love this poet. Panmelys (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 21,256 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (1/28/2015 9:09:00 AM)

    Wonderful poem on snow and it is really amazing. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 605 Points Ahmad Husain (1/5/2015 12:35:00 AM)

    Simply great poem by a great poet! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Iren Moen (1/3/2015 8:05:00 AM)

    I simply love it. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 3,840 Points Dr. A.celestine Raj Manohar Md (1/3/2015 4:24:00 AM)

    the structure is good and unique but the conclusion simply awesome and great. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 21,256 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (1/2/2015 8:41:00 AM)

    I reads this poem in second time and still makes me happy and entertained on account of its beauty. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 7,657 Points Eric Ericson (11/12/2014 4:34:00 AM)

    I like the way the rhymes go,1121 2232 3342 4444 while the repetition of the last line stops the meter. very nice. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 21,256 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (10/27/2014 12:57:00 AM)

    A great poem is here. By the great poet. The beauty of life and life journey, difficulties to pass the journey between the woods and frozen lake wonderfully made the poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 4 Points Joyce Swait (10/24/2014 6:41:00 AM)

    This is a young man setting off on life's journey and coming to terms with the loneliness and isolation, which he is now realising is a part of the course he has chosen. He boosts his morale by reminding himself of his acquaintance with the owner of the woods and rationalises this by pretending to himself that the owner would be interested or concerned about him travelling through the woods, when really he knows it is no big deal for the owner. Still feeling his loneliness, he anthropomorphises the horse, attributing to the animal human thoughts. Perhaps the young man does not really believe that the horse thinks in such terms, but in making it near-human, he feels less alone and tries to cheer himself. The normal twitch of a horse, tossing its head, was not done to send a message in the bells - it is just what horses do when they are standing around. But this is a bleak time in the young man's life. The cold and snow fit his mood - he has reached the darkest time he has known in his life. But he is on a journey. Promises were made - maybe only to himself - it does not matter - he is realising for the first time that his chosen life is not going to be easy - he is travelling 'the road less travelled by' and feels that his life will cover a long, long distance before his final sleep. It is about self-deception, discovery of our true self, and finally, acceptance that life is not all sunshine and roses. Frost's genius is to put so much intense emotion into such apparently simple, everyday language. The rhythm and pace of the words leave you holding your breath. His descriptions succinctly form a full picture in our minds. Frost leaves it up to the reader to interpret himself. (Report) Reply

    Gold Star - 21,256 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (10/27/2014 12:59:00 AM)

    A useful writing to understand the poem and thanks.

  • Bronze Star - 2,120 Points John Richter (10/20/2014 1:08:00 PM)

    Classic Frost! A moment's rest to witness a sight of beauty - and then fill the page with the solemnness and solitude that he endured while enjoying it. I see snow flakes pass by and a hear the faintest bell ring every time I read this poem.... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 94 Points Stephen Loomes (10/4/2014 8:48:00 PM)

    the farmer looking out his door, says it's only Frost the jerk next door, he's having one of his moments there, writing doggerel without a care, for his poor horse out in the snow, and he'll be a while, his thoughts are slow, and his noble steed, like me, must wait upon his musing, never a thought for those he's abusing. It is as if an ass is on a horse, what a spectacle in the snow, as the horse and the farmer wait, for the old bore to go. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 977 Points Oduro Bright Amoh (9/20/2014 7:50:00 AM)

    This poem has always been my favourite since infancy. It is one of those that inspired me to write (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,281 Points Sagnik Chakraborty (9/10/2014 10:58:00 AM)

    The eternal question of, and answer to, the love of beauty vs. the call of duty. Undoubtedly one of my most favourite poems in English, or any other language. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Tim Smith (9/2/2014 5:00:00 PM)

    Many years ago, I had to write a paper on Frosts, Birches. Research showed others with weird interpretations. Mine received an A.
    My point being poetry can mean something different to each reader. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Tim Smith (9/2/2014 4:58:00 PM)

    I would have read it with different accents. It is a favorite of mine though.
    I once read a Readers digest story of an English teacher who ran into a student years later, and having been wondering how much of what she had taught and this former student had kept, he stated that he had to go shouting, miles to go before I sleep. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,154 Points Richard Provencher (8/26/2014 9:36:00 AM)

    This is my favourite Robert Frost poem. In fact his work has encouraged me to write many nature poems. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 9 Points George Wolff (8/22/2014 3:34:00 PM)

    The speaker is riding alone in his hourse-drawn sled on a snowy evening. He stops to watch the woods fill up with snow, but he is aware the oweer might be suspicious and his horse wants to get to warmth and food and get his harness off. The speaker feels the tension between his pleasure in stopping and the bonds that tie him to society and to practical demands. He will go on to meet these demands but the stopping has been good. It was an impractical escape into aesthetic pleasure, in his mind associated with sleep and perhaps even resting in peace after death. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 37,621 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (8/19/2014 8:09:00 AM)

    This is the famous poem and the last or concluding stanza is much more effective, I think this is the stanza which is thesoul of the poem, above three stanza is only supporting and paving path for the last...superb p[oem My salutation to the poet, may he live in peace (Report) Reply

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